th playfulness. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his remark. Be

ply, Evan grabbed a spoon and started feeding me. I enjoyed the romantic gesture and di

do?" I asked, ge

me to have some too," he stated, sounding a little disappointed. "I'

." He looked puzzled. "I don't want to eat

ust keep feeding you." He gently raised the spoon to my mouth and tried to pu

ning that contract, it's going

ure we're good," Evan explained. "What do you mean by 'good'? Does this sound like a movie to you? Do you thi

r watched Fifty Shades before, but I would b

me?" I r

that's the only reason. My lawyers and label require it...see."

, and you can negotiate your terms there. It's going to be okay, and this will be a boost

tagged me in. I can't believe I hit 2 million Instagram

gging... hmm, yea

u're different, confident, and kind. She can't compar

d. Evan quickly changed the topic. "A nobody, you sleepy?" he said.

d is in here," he said, and I nodded. "Have a good night, Amy," he said and kissed both

een TV, a computer, and a video game console. There was a cupboard, which I immediately opened, and I was met with a pleasant surprise. It was filled with clothes, shoes of all types,

another surprise. The bathroom was stocked with all my favorite brands, from lotions to toothpaste. Even the towels and

a. I navigated to Instagram and went straight to Evan's profile, looking for the post where he had tagged me. Scrolling through the comments

tagging a woman named Sophia. Not wanting to get involved in any potential drama, I refrained fr

. My follower count had skyrocketed to three million. My direct messages were flooded with collaboration offers, including one from Skims, Kim Kardashian's br